Chasing Love

Being born, your alleged crime
Chasing love with unmet cries,
your brief life rescued numbers untold.
Not all who are born are
meant to be gray….
some are gone with a quickness that
fractures the truth as
we hope it is
wish it were
know it’s not…
Mind ramblings of your suffering punches holes
into my vigorous imagination.
Tears race down
and collect in the
hollow of my spirit
when I think of you
chasing love with unmet cries.
I give praise for you when
I feel the gift of your purpose.
When your tender infant soul
left your broken little body,
Love met you in an instant,
Shepherded you in,
Swathed you in comfort,
Holds you now…
Chase no more, sweet one,
your cries were heard.


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